I know there are some out there that wish it wasn’t so - but here is the official announcement via the hyphenated hero himself.

I wish I wasn’t here writing this. The following blog is an attempt to explain why I must quit wrestling. However, if you’re looking for a “the bizness done me dirty” or “I’m not getting ahead because of some shitty promoter”, you’re in the wrong place. My decision is purely my own, and in no way attributed to any misfortunes caused by anyone else.

Here goes:

About a month ago, I was forced to quit PCW Uncut because of a conflicting school schedule. The timing was fine with me, because I was certainly feeling stagnant there. Now, before this gets any further, I must state my position on PCW and its “powers that be”. I have absolutely no hard feelings toward Richard Hill or any of the Busseys. It seems like the trendy thing to do these days to bash them, and air their dirty laundry out over the internet. The truth is I’m very grateful to Richard. He gave me the opportunity to perform in front of some truly AWESOME fans at PCW, and for that I say once again, “Thank you.” The Busseys never seemed to give two shits about me, but never seemed to dislike me either. Why should they care about me?? I’m just an extra body…yet another jobber willing to work for free every week. I can’t say I blame them for that. You get what you pay for.

My only regret is that I never got the opportunity to prove my worth as a Full Throttle guy. Back in the spring, I sent Richard a rather lengthy message which basically said I want to prove to him that I’m Full Throttle material. I wanted more than anything to be given a real shot at that. What did I get in return for that particular request, followed my months of loyalty for free every Friday? A handful of dark matches on Full Throttle, and even they were months later. Maybe those were the opportunity for which I asked, you say? Perhaps, but on those few shows, it was obvious the “A-squad” was missing, and they just needed extra bodies.

So that brings us to this past August, my 11 month mark with PCW. When I told him I wouldn’t be able to do Fridays anymore, that was that. I haven’t since received a call to do Saturdays, or even a “how you doing?” call. It’s become apparent to me that I’m not valuable in the eyes of PCW, outside of being another jobber willing to work for free. (By “PCW” I’m referring to the powers that be. The friends I made there are truly great people, and have in fact kept in touch with me. Thank you guys so much.) And that’s fine; that’s their prerogative (yes, that is spelled correctly. I just looked it up! What a funny word…). I guess I’m just not as good, or valuable, as I thought I was.
I don’t have “it”.

These things happen.

And with that, my wrestling schedule dwindles from weekly to once a month or so. The free gig at PCW was where I got the lion’s share of my work, so now it’s down to random bookings here and there. The time off has felt GREAT, and it’s given me the opportunity to really focus on school and a career for which I can make a living. One of my best friends in this business told me what order my priorities should be: family, art (school), then wrestling. For too long, wrestling’s been on the top of that totem pole. But every time I look at my beautiful wife, I ask myself how I could possibly leave her every weekend for a business that could absolutely care less.

Don’t get me wrong: wrestling has been my absolute passion all my life. Dreams of “making it” got me through two tours of Iraq, and all four years of my army service. And it literally breaks my heart to have to quit. Just because my recent hiatus has been “great”, I still feel like a part of me has died. Unfortunately, I’ve been forced to open my eyes and see this business for what it is. Unless I’m willing to stick a needle in my arm, I’ll never be valuable enough to make a living in this business.

Sometimes I think it was better when I was naive…

So my final match will be for the TPWA in Garland, Texas, Saturday, November 17. I look forward to wrapping up my career where it began two short years ago, for my “home” organization, at Jackson Middle School. The TPWA Cruiserweight Champion will be there, and I hope to see some familiar faces in the crowd.